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Slips Away
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By Louis Gander
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Slips Away

The pain, immense for quite awhile,

but it is worth that precious smile.

The nurses measure and they weigh.

But soon our mother slips away.

 

We choose our friends and choose our spouse,

we choose location and our house.

And while the children romp and play

a friend or brother slips away.

 

The love of money's in our blood

as if it's some fantastic drug.

While some are hunters, some are prey,

another dollar slips away.

 

We stack more food upon our shelves.

Ignore all others, help ourselves.

From off the narrow road we stray,

another homeless slips away.

 

The rider smiles and so approves

downtrodden trails beneath the hooves

of horse that stopped to eat some hay.

Another stranger slips away.

 

The sky awash in brilliant hue

that we have grown accustomed to.

It pauses not to hasten day.

Another twilight slips away.

 

Of what importance is the goal?

It's only God who's in control.

For while the old man bows to pray,

another friendless slips away.

 

We think we have life figured out.

We give opinions, argue, shout -

but step back from that vast array

when all we held just slips away.

 

Yes,

they'll stand around my casket and

they'll talk about the 'Promised Land'.

But what will matter on that day

when my opinion slips away?

 

When dirt is piled on casket lid,

they'll lie about the good I did.

But God is Truth.  He'll have His say

when my own soul... slips away.

 

©2015 louis gander


Timely Comments on this Poem

Posted by Geneva Poynter on 10/21/2021 at 12:35 PM

My oh my! That poem carries a lot of truth! "But what will matter on that day when my opinion slips away?" Now there's something to really ponder. It seems that a lot of opinions (not necessarily truth) abound today. I must read that poem over and over. God bless!

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Submitted: Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, January 21, 2015

About the Poet
Born in Richland Center, Wisconsin in 1954. It's the poem's message that matters- not the poet.


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